football fight

Chapter 2

"Oh!" Kong Pengyu exclaimed excitedly.

He is now watching TV in an old restaurant in a small alley in Chengdu. There are still a few diners in the restaurant, but they are relatively calm, only he is particularly excited.

Many years ago, when he was still a child, he watched a St. Friedom game when he was still playing in the third division, and he became a fan of St. Friedom ever since.

"This kid can bounce well." Restaurant owner Zheng Qixiang took a sip of beer and said, "The future is limitless."

As Zheng Qixiang said, he took off the chef hat on his head, revealing his gray hair. He was nearly fifty years old. Taking care of this restaurant was his main career for the rest of his life, but his only hobby was playing football. After all, he used to be a professional player.

"You said he was unlimited after just one game?" the diner next to him said while eating.

"His persistence speaks for itself. I have followed him for more than one game." Zheng Qixiang said.

"persist in?"

"Look at his right knee, he still wears a protective gear, and there are traces of bandages on the collar. His shoulder should be injured." Zheng Qixiang pointed at the picture being played back on the TV with his finger holding the beer bottle, " Under such circumstances, there is no limit to the ability to have such a bounce, and the strength of this header."

"Bull!" The diner gave him a thumbs up.

Zheng Qixiang smiled knowingly, and said, "It's nothing, there's someone even better here."

"Which one?" The diner looked at him puzzled.

"Brother Yu!" Zheng Qixiang yelled, "You can almost go back to the dormitory, and there is a game tomorrow."

"Immediately, immediately." Kong Pengyu responded casually.

"Go back, it's over now anyway." Zheng Qixiang said, "Sufficient sleep is the guarantee for the state of a professional football player."

"Hmm." Kong Pengyu reluctantly stood up.

"Let's go, Old Zheng." Kong Pengyu picked up the bag beside the table and prepared to leave.

He should have come here after training. He was wearing a long winter jacket, and he was still dressed for training inside.

"Well, come on." Zheng Qixiang said.

Watching Kong Pengyu push the door and walk away, the diner said, "You mean him? Didn't he work here before?"

"Yes." Zheng Qixiang smiled, "My apprentice is limitless."

"Yes, yes, what you said is unlimited." The diner thought that Zheng Qixiang was joking, and raised his glass to greet him with a smile.

Zheng Qixiang raised the beer bottle knowingly, and looked at the players celebrating on TV, smiling knowingly, thoughtfully.

He met Kong Pengyu when he was just in college. The two met because they played wild football.

When the two played football for the first time, Kong Pengyu left a deep impression on him.All kinds of small skills are eye-catching, and his running without the ball always feels like he has received professional training. After asking, he found out that Kong Pengyu learned these things from watching live games on TV.

Zheng Qixiang was very surprised by this, and felt that Kong Pengyu's skills should not just be wasted on this field.

Over the past two years, the relationship between the two has gradually become familiar.

One day after the two played football, everyone dispersed, leaving only the two of them to rest by the court.Taking advantage of the right time, Zheng Qixiang started chatting with him about Kong Pengyu's plans for the future.

"Brother Yu, what do you plan to do after graduation?" Zheng Qixiang cut to the chase, "Have you thought about becoming a professional player?"

Kong Pengyu was gulping down water, when asked about these topics, he suddenly stopped.

"Cough!" He choked on the water, "Old Zheng, what do you mean?"

Zheng Qixiang patted him on the back to help him relieve the symptoms of choking, and said, "I feel that you are very talented, and it was wasted by not being a professional player."

"Okay, no need to shoot, thank you." Kong Pengyu told him to stop, "Me."

Zheng Qixiang could tell that Kong Pengyu was a little hesitant. It was not that he hadn't thought about this matter.

"My family arranged a job for me. After I graduate, they will let me go to work in a relative's company." Kong Pengyu didn't think about it for a long time, and said, "I considered playing football forever, but the whole family doesn't seem to like me playing football very much." ball."

"Hmm." Zheng Qixiang scratched his cheek and said, "Then do you think you will be happy?"

"No." Kong Pengyu looked into the distance, the sunset was slowly fading, the night was about to cover everything, and the surrounding street lights were lit up one after another.

"But I dare not make them unhappy," he said.

Hearing this, Zheng Qixiang was stunned.He thought to himself: Why is it so heavy at such a young age?Usually I can't see it very much, it's hidden.

After a moment of silence, Zheng Qixiang picked up the Coke that was not much left beside him, drank it in one gulp, got up and said, "I'll show you something."

Seeing him walking towards the goal with an empty soda can in his hand, Kong Pengyu was a little puzzled: "What?"

"You'll know right away." Zheng Qixiang climbed up the pillar with difficulty, his slightly fat body made his movements a little slow, and the fat sticking out of his waist looked ridiculous.

"Old Zheng, what are you doing?" Kong Pengyu couldn't help laughing, and got up to help him.

"Crack!" Zheng Qixiang slapped the can on the beam. The can was not completely flattened, but was deformed and embedded in it.

"You'll find out soon." He slid slowly down the post.

"Give me those two balls." He said to Kong Pengyu again.

Kong Pengyu was puzzled, but he did as he did and kicked two balls to him.

Zheng Qixiang first put a ball on the top of the arc in the penalty area, and then put another ball 40 meters away from the goal.

"Looking good." Zheng Qixiang said to Kong Pengyu standing on the far side of the ball.

He took a two-step run-up, took a free kick with his right foot, and the ball went straight to the dead corner on the right side of the goal where the soda can was just now.

He took a free kick, didn't pause much, adjusted his steps, and rushed to the ball at the top of the arc in the penalty area.

With a muffled sound of "Bang!", the ball hit the dead corner where the goal crossbar and the post meet, knocking down the soda can.

Zheng Qixiang shot angrily at the ball and slammed the goal with his left foot. The ball flew vigorously towards the falling cans.

There was another "bang", the ball hit the inside of the column this time, but this time there were some other sounds mixed in with the muffled sound.

That's right, the soda can was also hit on the pillar, this time it was flattened and hit the ground.

Kong Pengyu was dumbfounded, staring straight at the soda can lying on the ground.

"It's a little backward! It was hit on the beam before." Zheng Qixiang also looked at the can and said, "How is it? Do your relatives and their company teach this?"

"This, this, how did you do this?" Kong Pengyu was excited and incoherent.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you!" Zheng Qixiang said triumphantly, "Master!"

"Master! Master!" Kong Pengyu happily walked towards him, like a child when he saw something interesting.

"Okay, good boy, the first thing I want to teach you as a teacher is to make you a professional player." Zheng Qixiang said with a smile.

His smile is a bit like a hooligan with malicious intentions.

(End of this chapter)